When I first moved here, I told myself I would stick it out for one year. One year of ups and downs and whatever the universe decided to throw at me, I would stay. Well, here I still am. Going on three years later living in this crazy place and I could not even fathom the thought of leaving. At least not for now. I have put my fashion dreams on the back burner. I pursued them with a sincere drive and had countless amazing experiences throughout my journey. What they don't tell you in the manual though, is that when you embark on any journey in life, for the most part, things don't turn out quite like you'd expect them to. For the so called lucky ones, they do at times. Things may go just as planned and most people are completely happy with the turnout. What I realized in my journey however, is that I am far from "most people". I'm not exactly sure what kind of person I am. All I know is that I am happy with the girl, no -- woman, that I have become.
This summer has begun to be what I foresee to be one of the best summers of my life. Maybe it's the quarter century birthday I just celebrated. Or maybe, it's the incredible people I have surrounding me. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because the world is totally going to end in five months so someone upstairs is trying to spoil me rotton. Regardless of what the reason may be, I am pretty stoked. Turning twenty-five had me looking back on the first birthday I had in living in New York. I was turning twenty-three and had almost no friends here. I spent the day getting totally sloshed on Coney Island with my old roommate. Jameson flasks in each of our hands as we tanned on the dirty beach, rode all of the rides, ate at the original Nathan's hotdogs, and of course stopped to look at the FreakShow. Thinking about that time seems so long ago even though it's only been a couple years. It's kind of crazy how much can change in such a short amount of time. Ah, life... right?
This year I got to experience one of the coolest things I have done in this city to date. My boyfriend (wait, I don't think I have mentioned him in my blog yet - yes -- new man, amazing, love him), took me on a surprise helicopter ride over the entire city. HELICOPTER RIDE! If any of you have done this before and are shaking ur head like oh...coool...you are right. Because it was cool as shit. I could not wipe the smile from my face the second I understood what was happening. We started out in downtown Manhattan and rode over the newly (almost) built World Trade Center. The building is coming along quite nicely by the way. Then we continued up over the Chelsea Piers, Central Park, and then onward to the Bronx where we got to fly over Yankee Stadium. I still have yet to go to the stadium on foot, which reminds me I totally have to do when they play the Angels. I'll go wearing red and white, of course. We then backtracked our steps towards where we started and I got plenty of pictures. Check them out if you like...
Anywho -- enough showing off. My birthday was sweet and all, but besides the fact, I have been feeling really uplifted lately. My life is definitely far from perfect, especially right now. But I somehow got to a place where I can appreciate the little things. I think that's important. I look around and so many people are getting engaged, getting married, and having babies. BABIES! Oh, and these people are my friends. It's kind of weird... but also totally beautiful. With these vast changes I have decided it's a great time to start writing again. I love everything that I'm surrounded with. I love life, man. I really do. And any of you who know me personally, know that is completely true. I have so many exciting things around me right now and it has totally re-lit my fire and infatuation with the world. I have more to share and I'd love for anyone reading this to share along with me.
Until we meet again,
XOXO
Megan
